Summary: Do these three names ring a bell: Raelin, Vala and Zareh? Probably not, seeing as the sisters are invisible to the world, and that is how they like it. But what happens when the three outsiders all get accepted to Hogwarts, and meet a group of people who change their lives forever? (Set in the Marauder's era)
Okay, I know that I do still have the other fanfic that I should be worrying about… but I had this great idea and I just had to get it down before I forgot it. I still have limited knowledge about the books (mostly why this is set in the Marauder's era and whatnot), so just nicely correct me if I get something wrong please. Oh, and, my friend SilverLight05 is kinda my beta for this, 'cause she's so smart when it comes to HP. I think that's everything… Please be nice and REVIEW! Also, is anyone can think of a better title let me know!
Prologue
November, 1966Our story begins in an old, Victorian style house a few hours away from the nearest town. It was in the middle of a huge forest with a field in the back yard, hidden from view and the sight of those who were not magical.
It was a typical day for the typical family who lived in that house. The oldest child, Zareh, was seven years old with straight blond hair and blue-brown eyes, and was slightly pale with a shower of freckles under her eyes. She was practicing with her Bo-staff on the front lawn and was also trying to teach the youngest to use one too. Zareh wasn't a normal child, though; she was a sorceress, a wandless witch, the power given to her by her mother.
The youngest child looked slightly like Zareh, was two years younger than her and had the name Raelin. She had curly blond hair, shower of freckles under her eyes, small dimples on her cheeks whenever she smiled, and innocent hazel colored eyes that never focused in on anything. Despite her angelic appearance, she was actually quite sly, cunning and was a rule breaker, even though she was only five.
She was blind, but could see people's auras. Yellow was for Muggles, violet was for witches, blue was for wizards, green was for Death Eaters, grey was for werewolves, white was for her eldest sister and red was for vampires. Her own aura was a grey-violet, which was because she was both a werewolf and a witch; a potion created by her sisters controls her transformation. So she only transformed when she willed it, when she got mad or on a full moon, when she had no control over herself.
Raelin was using her short, thin yet strong walking stick to fend off her oldest sister, with her guide-wolf, Ranger, barking at Zareh whenever she nearly hit his master.
Then there was the middle child, Vala. She was looking out the front window of the house with a pair of dark sunglasses protecting her eyes from the harmful rays of the sun. Vala was one year younger than Zareh and looked nothing like her sisters, or her father for that matter (which is who Raelin and Zareh got their looks from.). She had mid-back, dark brown hair and near black colored eyes, extremely pale skin, slightly longer incisors than the normal person and small, black feathered wings jutting out of her shoulder blades.
Vala was half vampire, meaning that she could touch silver without being burned by it and that sunlight couldn't kill her, a stake through the heart might though. The full moon was her biggest weakness though. It brought out the true beast within her, the equivalence of a full-blooded vampire at night. The grey eyes (hers turned red, though), the grey scales that covered their wings and their entire body, the works. The other half of her was a witch, like everyone in her family. (Just not her father, he was a wizard, of course.)
Vala sighed for what seemed to be the millionth time that day, she didn't want to go outside and play with her sisters, or go out and help her mother pick vegetables out of the garden for supper. Her spell books lay unopened in front of her, just collecting dust. She was actually supposed to be practicing her shadow-porting (teleporting through any type of shadow on the face of the earth), but that was boring.
The half vampire put her books back into her bag and walked through the house to the back door, helping her mother seemed like the only interesting thing to do that day.
"What about the children, what will happen to them?" Vala heard her mother say in a worried tone of voice.
She cocked her head to one side in confusion, wondering who her mother could be talking to. Both her sisters were out front and her father was supposed to be at work.
"If you don't join him, they'll die along with you." A man's voice sneered.
Vala's heart nearly stopped as she heard his voice. The young girl took a deep breath and dove into the shadow of the door, teleporting outside, just a few feet away from where her mother stood. With vampire blood running through the young girls' veins, she could hear everything that was going on quite clearly.
"Mum! Mum, where are you?" Raelin's high-pitched voice rang in Vala's ears.
Her mum also heard it as she turned to the cloaked figure. "I will never join him, I would rather die."
"Then I shall give you your wish." The man's cold voice stated. He reached into his robes and pulled out something. "Avada Kedavra!"
A bright green light shot out of the end of the object in his hand and hit her mum in the chest, causing her to fall backwards with a loud thump onto the ground.
"Mama!" Vala cried, running out of her hiding spot to her mother's body.
"Your mother made a choice, Vala, you have no choice in the matter." The man said.
He pulled the young girl away from her mother. Vala bared her fang, which had grown even longer than before, and hissed at him, letting her eyes turn bright red.
"Leave me alone!" she cried in a deeper, echoing voice.
She lunged at his throat, but was hit across the face with a knife. The half vampire fell to the ground with the impact and held her hand to her face. The cloaked man smirked as he inspected the dagger in his hand.
"Vampire hunters use to kill their victims. It leaves scars no matter what on any type of person." He began to advance on the fallen child and took her left hand into his. "This will ensure I get the right one."
Vala tried to struggle as the knife cut through the flesh on the palm of her hand, but it only made it worse. As a last resort, the half vampire roared with all her might, signaling her sisters to come to her aid. The man, who had finished his masterpiece on Vala's hand, cursed loudly as he heard the heavy footfalls of a werewolf.
He turned to Vala once more. "You tell any of this to your sisters, and they will be the next to die."
"Get away from her you Death Eater!" Raelin cried, running around the corner in her werewolf form, claws extended at the cloaked and hooded figure.
The man's evil laughed rang through the forest as he Apparrated out of the yard. Zareh ran over to her younger sister as Raelin morphed painfully back into herself.
"Vala, you alright, baby?" Zareh questioned softly.
She turned Vala from her side to her back, being careful not to touch where the knife had cut her.
"Vala, why can't I see mum?" Raelin asked with tears in her eyes as she traced her fallen mother's features with her hand. "Why isn't mum waking up?" tears fell from the young werewolf's eyes as she buried her face in Ranger's fur.
"Val, tell me what happened." Zareh demanded, trying to keep her tears to herself.
The half vampire looked at her sister with near life-less brown eyes. She opened her mouth to speak, but couldn't find the words, or force her mouth to form them for that matter. Zareh, unable to hold back her tears any longer, hugged her little sister close and helped her over to Raelin.
"What are we gonna do?" Raelin sobbed into her oldest sister's shoulder.
Zareh looked down at her sisters, holding back her tears once more and pushing the little kid thoughts out of her mind, further than her seven short years of childhood as she knew it was time to grow up as faster than she ever imagined.
"I don't know, Rae, I really don't know."